When he returned to Nesson 4, all gathering reports had already gathered. However, because he knew it was a powerful dynasty, Soshiyan realized that more troops were needed, so he ordered the third company stationed in Victory Semi to be transferred back. At the same time, Greya also responded, and they agreed to provide support to the Knights of the Astrology, but there was only a small team of 12 Titans, but after all, it was a Titan, and Soshiyan had nothing to complain about.
After roughly estimating the number of transport ships at hand, Soshiyang planned to carry 4 million auxiliary troops to fight with him, and the subsequent troops would be transported in batches depending on the situation.
However, just as Soshyan was actively preparing for the expedition, an unexpected guest came to Nesson 4.
“…passing through the atmosphere”
Listening to the monotonous mechanical sound in his ears, he sat quietly in the trembling darkness, and the restraint belt held him in place. The crimson warning light was the only light source in the shuttle cabin. While the shuttle trembled, some of its equipment seemed to be pounding, which was the movement of the shell during friction with the atmosphere.
During this process, he quietly turned the rose rosary in his hand, as if he was praying or simply meditating.
After about a few minutes, the tremor disappeared.
“...is approaching the apron.”
Two minutes later, the shuttle trembled gently, and at the same time, the sound of steam gushing and the sound of pistons sounded in his ears.
He untied his belt, stood up, picked up a heavy book that he had placed at hand, tied it around his waist with chains, and walked out along the laid ramp.
This is a natural world with suitable temperatures and not much industrial traces in the air. It is very similar to Markulag in all aspects, but too much incense and oil flavors destroy this, especially the unique holy oil, which is usually used on Astarte's power arsenal.
"Hello, the commander of the battle is already waiting. Please come with me? Do you need help from the minion?"
Hearing this gentle voice, he guessed that the other party should be only in his thirties, a strong man should be a war team servant. Judging from the other party's slightly strong soul fire, his spirit was also very active, unlike most servants he had seen, and his status should be not low.
"No need, I'll follow you."
"Okay, there are steps ahead, please pay more attention to your feet."
Even though he said so, the other party arranged two servo skulls to follow him and remind him at any time.
It was a large fortress, but it was still not as large as the Hera Fortress in Makurag. Walking in it, the sound of footsteps echoed several times in the arcades and domes. He could feel the various curious gazes and faint whispers coming from around him, although they might be hundreds of meters away from him.
I walked a long way in the middle. In addition to the various smells and sounds he was familiar with, what surprised him the most was the unique plant atmosphere and fragrance of flowers. This was not common in a battle group monastery fortress. Space Marines often neglect greening or natural decoration, which may show that the owner here has an extraordinary style and taste.
Finally, after about twenty minutes of walking, he came to a lift and felt that it was upward.
After walking for nearly half an hour, he finally arrived at his destination. A hall that should be very spacious, with a high dome and many pillars should be one of the main halls of the fortress.
But strangely, there was no one else here. He only felt an existence. However, it was this existence that caused a wave of waves in his always calm heart...
Yes, his eyes were burned in the ceremony, but he had extremely keen senses and a unique soul vision, which allowed him to see things that were invisible to the mortal eyes. Some were fascinating, but most of them would be crazy, but he had the power to fight against them. However, when he saw the only existence in the hall, he felt as if he was staring at a burning black sun...
The Star Words have all experienced looking directly at the subspace, and he is no exception, because the final stage of the Star Words’ spiritual communication is projection, and they must put their own thought signals into the subspace. To do this, the Star Words need to open their spiritual gates to face the subspace directly. This behavior is very dangerous and can easily lead to madness, possession of demons and even death.
During the fifty years of working in his post, he has encountered many dangers, witnessed countless terrifying or magnificent subspace entities and souls, and also witnessed the dazzling light projected by powerful psychics. Among them are the directors of the Astart think tank, such as Master Ezekiel of the Dark Angel, or Master Varo of the Extreme Warrior. Their existence is radiant. However, today he realized the meaning of the sentence "How dare the light of a firefly fight against the sun and the moon" for the first time.
But the problem is that he has never heard that this battle captain is a psychic, how could he have such a dazzling soul!?
Even the Captain of the Kalga Battle was just a little hot in his eyes.
And the "character" shown by Astat is a bit too strange, the black sun...
"Um--"
Suddenly, a stinging sensation on his forehead, and the pain seemed to be really inserted into his brain, causing him to make him speak in pain and subconsciously retreat.
Untouchable...
Is the other party so worried about himself? He also arranged inaccessible people around him.
"Consul Ilyan Nastasse, now that he has arrived, do you still need to cover it with a hood?"
Soshiyan, standing on the steps, took a step. He did not hide his power, but wanted to test the depth of the other party. As early as when he returned from Comoros, Veronica reminded him that his soul would appear very special when using the power of gray, and some particularly powerful psychics would see something.
There is no doubt that this hybrid star speaker has a very high level of psychic energy, but it is well concealed.
When Soshiyang restrained the grey graft, the tingling sensation disappeared, and when he heard the thick and slightly smiling voice, the person who came raised his hand and took off his hood, then bowed and bowed.
"Salute to you, the commander of the Battle of Soshyan Alexey of the Knight of the Astral Realm, I am here to serve you and your Battle of the Order of the Terra Star Language Hall."
Yiliyang's voice was also filled with the hissing left by the stinging pain and a little dissatisfaction.
However, he also discovered something strange. The black sun disappeared, leaving only a bright silver fire.
This is right...
Could it be that the hallucination just now caused by interference from untouchables?
"Sorry, just because someone reminded you that your identity may be a bit special..."
Chapter completed!